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America: A Fatherless Nation

By Tim Lollis, The Called

Updated 9:23 AM CT, Mon August 29, 2016

I quickly caught the attention of all my friends when I strolled out of the apartment in my: “going somewhere” clothes. It was the 1970’s, summer, the south, and thus, oppressively hot. It felt twenty degrees muggier in our double bricked corner of Boone Heights. Times were simple, and scarce wealth made them even simpler. A young boy like myself had only a few clothing options deemed “outfits”. Each designated for an event or occasion. The final say-so in outfit selection was generally mama’s call. In addition to going somewhere clothes, your assortment also included school clothes, play clothes, and the divinely designated church clothes.

I stood decked out on the porch taking questions from friends like an ambassador embarking on a global fact finding mission, promising to report back all that I found. Then the chariot arrived. It was a long midnight blue Cadillac Deville. The plump leather seats felt like cotton, and the car glided through our bumpy streets. Soon sleep, and probably slobbering, we seemed to coast for over a hundred miles to Atlanta’s Fulton County stadium.

It was my pastor’s idea. For some reason, he wanted me to experience a live major league baseball game. That day changed my life, and gave me new sight. In the span of about eight hours, I saw beyond the limits of poverty. I felt the cold air conditioning of a luxury car, saw gigantic buildings that seemed to touch heaven, ate an extremely overprized hot dog, and watched grown men play on a field of dreams.   But the most significant element of that day was not in the aesthetics, but rather in something much simpler. I was in the presence of a man.

Being in the presence of men meant something different to a community of boys abandoned by their fathers. I’ve heard nutritionist say the body will always tell you what it needs, be it water, iron, etc. Likewise the spirit of a man voices the needs of the soul. My soul was starving for a man to speak to me, guide me, discipline me, and ultimately validate me.

That experience was the first of a series of relationships that I believe God strategically set forth in my life to guide me. And it has guided me, though not without some stumbles. But ultimately, it was the close influence of those men, as well as distant models like Roger Staubach, and Tom Landry, that gave me the framework of manhood.

But there has been a powerful shift in American society. In America’s march toward prosperity and greater abundance, a quiet cancer of resentment grew towards God, and likewise towards his lineage, particularly His men. That resentment today is full blown. So much so that the anti-male sentiment is on display in almost every facet of American culture. Some are evident, but many are so subtle, or institutionalized, we don’t even notice. If men don’t assume the authority God has given them, then the land is doomed.

Tim Lollis is Executive Director of Destiny Institute, community relations specialist, and freelance writer. See more articles at www.thecalled.net

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